“I think I want to watch you dance. I would love to see you crawl to me, and feel like you give it all to me.
I need to keep you in my space. I can’t help but love your face, your place. These things are you for you and me to love, explore, a huge keepsake.”
I looked at myself and stretched. I don’t want to hurt myself. I strive to impress, every time, nothing less.
I can often be too rough on myself. I set boundaries before I get inside her space to remember to enjoy it. Remind myself that she enjoys my duality before I go to my other self.
“Her cheeks are supple her ass is mine.
“Her disgrace is mine, her love is mine.”
“Im energetic, fruitful hopeful, clandestine.”
I walk out of the bathroom to see her in the position. Her ass facing me, her eyes closed.
I keep the moment and step across the floor, my noise setting her off, having a flinch. Readjusting to the change in the air.
Things that make me ravenous. She’s everything to me. She couldn’t help but puff out a breathe, a sigh.